It was a hot summer evening, and the kitchen was filled with the tantalizing aroma of spaghetti and meatballs. Sarah, a 25-year-old brunette with sparkling green eyes, was cooking dinner for her long-time crush, Mark, a 30-year-old muscular man with a charming smile.
As Sarah stirred the sauce, she couldn’t help but feel nervous. She had been dreaming of this moment for weeks, and she wanted everything to be perfect. She wore her favorite red lipstick, the one that made her feel confident and sexy.
Mark walked into the kitchen, and Sarah’s heart skipped a beat. He was wearing a tight white t-shirt that highlighted his toned abs and a pair of blue jeans that accentuated his firm butt. Sarah couldn’t help but stare at him as he approached her.
“Hey, Sarah, something smells amazing,” Mark said, wrapping his arms around her waist.
Sarah turned around and looked into Mark’s eyes. She could feel the heat between them, and she knew that this was the moment she had been waiting for. She leaned in and kissed him, gently biting his bottom lip.
Mark responded by deepening the kiss, his tongue exploring Sarah’s mouth. She could feel his hands roaming her body, caressing her curves. Sarah moaned as Mark’s hands reached her breasts, squeezing them gently.
Mark broke the kiss and looked at Sarah. “You look beautiful,” he said, his eyes fixed on her red lips.
Sarah smiled and pulled Mark towards her. “I’m glad you like it,” she said, biting her lip.
Mark didn’t need any more invitation. He lifted Sarah onto the kitchen counter and started kissing her neck. Sarah wrapped her legs around Mark’s waist, pulling him closer.
Mark’s hands reached under Sarah’s skirt, caressing her thighs. Sarah moaned as Mark’s fingers reached her wet pussy, teasing her clit.
Sarah unbuttoned Mark’s jeans, freeing his hard cock. She stroked it gently, feeling its warmth and hardness. Mark moaned as Sarah’s hand moved up and down his shaft.
Mark couldn’t wait any longer. He lifted Sarah’s skirt and entered her pussy in one swift motion. Sarah gasped as Mark filled her up, her nails digging into his back.
Mark started thrusting in and out, his pace quickening. Sarah matched his rhythm, her moans getting louder.
“Fuck, Sarah, you feel amazing,” Mark said, his breath hot against Sarah’s ear.
Sarah wrapped her legs around Mark, pulling him deeper. “Harder, Mark, harder,” she said, her voice trembling.
Mark obliged, thrusting harder and faster. Sarah could feel her orgasm building up, her pussy clenching around Mark’s cock.
“I’m gonna cum,” Sarah said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Mark thrust harder, his balls slapping against Sarah’s ass. Sarah’s moans filled the kitchen as she came, her pussy pulsing around Mark’s cock.
Mark followed suit, his cock twitching as he filled Sarah’s pussy with his cum. They stayed like that for a few moments, their bodies intertwined, their breaths syncing.
Sarah looked at Mark, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. “I hope you like spaghetti,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Mark chuckled and kissed Sarah. “I think I’ll love anything you make,” he said, his hands caressing Sarah’s face.
Sarah smiled and leaned into Mark, her heart filled with warmth and contentment. She knew that this was just the beginning of their passionate affair.
